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جديد جديد New New
So late I am to all
Tayseer Nazmi (Poems Of Exile) 2011
All whom I may speak with now are dead
Me, did nothing to be far ahead
Unbeliever, I stay in solitude
No prayers no family nor a home
Now , the darkness, flows sweeping the light
Drowning in despair, with nothing to remember
Dying in vain
Void from dreams
I see nothing around to think of
All the years passed rapidly
Catching nothing of its joy
Now, a man became my son
Finishing the boy I loved
Now, alike me and my intimate elder daughter
Lost , and insisting to be lost in the holy Quran
And the sad eyes of the smallest one with tears
Stopped to be small
She graduated to be just married
No place I have to express anything
No sadness nor pleasure
Everything seems to be the same
Day light is the darkness became
All around is the same
Me , the alive, and the dead days of exile
A desert my whole life is
And the eyes of a dead person I behold
All the dead friends me not willing to speak more
Since we all now understood the hopeless , jobless, helpless burdens of our life and joy
Stay, where you are , beating the last pulses of nothingness my boy
They call you a heart that is beating all the sixty years that passed
Then I do not nor you been told
When you will stop beating me to the doors
Or when both will be silence in silent deserts
Pouring nothing of value, but oil
All the intimates of mine are silent
Me was very late to follow all
End of 18th. June 2011-06-18 12:00p.m.
As Never A God …
To Rodica Feranisco…
Tayseer Nazmi
( Poems Of Exile- 19-June-2011) Sunday…
As never a god gave you
I'd given you some excuses to be far away
To miss the way
To betray
keep from my revolt
the bread of your families.
Yes, as never a god had done before
Intentionally I'd done the controversial political mistakes
Just to let you say;
That's wrong , he went mad and insane
He is leading us for nothingness
No reasonable his passions and emotions
So and so
Since I know
How much with your kids am in love
For I know, to be ashamed of your wives is so tough
I never ashamed a man among his family
Nor did I blinded my rich en-sighted heart
Give me now all the tears you hided
I am in need to more of them to cry
The camps of poverty and unfair
I am in need to weep all the distance to land
I will not ask any of you for a hand
I am going to the ends of my way
Leaving you all behind to stay
In life of welfare or astray
Chat a hey
In pc's
Or
Laps
And those who
Are guys and gays
Just keep away from the way
That gods are marching and marching long far
As never a god give you the grants of staying saying …
I am here alone in solitude revolting or de-revolting
exiles narrowing the way, returning me to my eternal grave
some day you all will follow e, and we will not share the same grave
no room will be to gossip the politics, the salaries, the joys…
when god is dead
the grave and bed will be the same
with no need any more to feel shame
as never a god had done you before
keep silent and away from the burning fires that the wind
is , smoothly, gradually, softly then stormy, bringing the peoples' anger
bringing my hidden ideas to life, and do not laugh when your souls will be
cultivated with my own hands like ripe fruits of madness.
So will the desperate human soul will do, with no mercy no silences
God is dead
God is not blessing you more
God ended the game and relaxed tired and bored
He will not extend his mercy to your graves
He will be in need of a little
Just little
Little
To afford oneness
And solitude
Tayseer Nazmi ( Poems Of Exile- 19-June-2011) Sunday… |